As the world crumbles down around us, I'll sit there with you.
As the sun engulfs the sky and consumes everything, we'll sit there and talk about our past.
People will run around, filled with despair. Yet we'll stay still, as I brush the ashen hair from your face, admiring your beautiful face.
The world will end, but no can take all those blissful years from us.
The memories will forever be with us, in this life and the next, but the memory of you will burn so much brighter than any super nova.
As that last second approaches, time will stand still.
My eyes will take in every second of her breathtaking beauty as our lips lock for one final time.
A single tear will stream down her cheek, not of sadness at the end, but of joy, that her life was not wasted, that it was spent him.
Then, the flames will engulf both of us our story becomes known only to time itself, but what a perfect story it will be.
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